*
.
some children still
enjoy looking out of a bus
window searching trains
trucks more than the blue sea
.
exulting at what
we have lost sight for
memorizing every street
name while we tired sit
.
unconscious among furrowed
brows sore and deluded a curtain
on our window to shun away the light
we who like to walk on our own feet
.
.
annamosca 
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Thank you for re-blogging it! Glad you like it.
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absolutely gorgeous…that picture is a perfect fit for the poem
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I appreciate your feedback, thank you!
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Anna, you have a wonderful poetic voice. Thanks as always for sharing.
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You are very welcome!
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Great! Thank you for re-posting this poems 🙂
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Arrow straight into the heart with “curtain on our window to shun away the light…”
So true of us. I loved how comfortable yet restless this poem made me feel. I love your work, period.
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Thank you for getting the point. No doubt. Thank you for stopping by, come back soon.
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dear Anna, it is a joy to have this sweet poem. tony
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That particular smell of coaches……
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🙂 yes Simon…
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